Emotion from an emotionless man

Sorry about the late post but I am on vacation anyways in English my class is reading a Christmas Carol we finished stave 2 and so for this post I wrote a poem called Emotion from an Emotionless Man
There is a Christmas tale from long ago,
When a man nastier then you could know,
Is whisked back to the past to see himself low,
Twas emotion so great that he demanded to go,

He saw himself as a child full and happy,
His beloved sister with him he was sappy,
He saw his boyhood ever so neglected and scrappy, He with his apprenticer celebrated Christmas in the Abbey.

While much emotion lived on,
Slowly Scrooge could feel a new dawn,
And the Christmas he couldn't help but feel drawn,
With all the happy and sad and in between he demanded to be gone.

While emotion gauges g out higher Scrooge felt much worry,
The emotion, raw power of the past his eyes got blurry,
He felt wrong out of place like a mouse with no scurry,
Over and over he demanded out and demanded with it much hurry.